My life lately

Cuz it's late you see! Oh man, I'm so funny. Why don't I have any friends?
I've finally picked my classes for this semester, I think. Man, it sure did take a lot of effort. A lot of the ones I wanted to take aren't being offered until spring, and a lot of the other ones conflicted with each other. In particular, the opera class Mom is making me take conflicted with every single one of the literature classes except for one section of Colonial and US Lit. So guess what I'm taking! I really wanted British Lit 1800-present, but I suppose as long as I'm taking an English class at all, I'll be happy. I don't really know about this music minor Mom is determined I should have. It's really very inconvenient. I need to take a lot of extra classes and lessons and things, and they all interfere with each other (and with everything else, too). I don't see how on earth I'm going to pull this off. I suppose I should count myself lucky she doesn't want me to minor in thermonuclear microbiological enzyme studies or something. But I like the classes I have, for the most part, even though I'm really disappointed that I couldn't take the political science class I wanted. I was really excited to be able to take Global Politics, but Voters and Elections fit my schedule and the GE requirement, so that's what I'll be taking. I'm sad, but I feel lucky to be able to take political science at all, so my feelings are mixed here. I'm also taking a logic and linguistics class, which looks really interesting and useful, and one of my core linguistics classes. And of course, either choir or orchestra, and then voice or violin lessons (depending on which ensemble I get into). I didn't want to load up on too much my first semester, just so I can get settled in, which seems like a really lame attitude to take, but there's not much more I can fit into my schedule, and anyway, college really might be different from high school, and it really would be bad to flunk out. How many credits am I taking, though? If each of my classes is three, then I have fifteen already. Orchestra is either one or two (and choir is the same), and lessons are one. So that's seventeen or eighteen credits! That's pretty good, I think! If I want more, I have to pay (like Zac did). Now it just remains to schedule the classes. For some reason, I couldn't do it tonight. I'm going to see if I can call my advisor tomorrow, although she really has been less than excellent at answering her phone. Maybe we have to pay first. That could be the case. Everything's so expensive! It's horrible. Why can't we be free to be?
We went to the swap meet today, all of us. Sungmin wanted shoes, and so did Kitty, and I wanted to look for clothes. Mom had to take us, but Dad wanted to come too, so off we all went to be the biggest gringos in the county. It was great, though. We haven't been there in a long time, and I'd forgotten how good the prices are. I'd also forgotten how terribly hot it is to walk around, and I felt like the worst kind of raisin in the sun by the end, but I got to shop for deals, and that makes up for everything. I spent seventeen dollars, which makes me feel kind of guilty, but it's all for a good cause (me), so maybe that's all right. I got a really darling peach colored lacy, silky, dress, three pairs of panties, a bra, an art history book, a complete collection of Shelley's works, The Glass Menagerie, and a really badass dark blue journal with a metal dragon on the front which makes me feel supremely cool. So all in all, I think I got some good deals! Kitty got these really cute heels, but they're too small for her, so she gave them to me.  She also got a leather jacket and some shorts and a bottle of water, because it really was a hotter situation than the Raft of the Medusa (get it cuz hot water lol so hilareeous ohoho). I shouldn't really have bought so much, especially not the books, because I can't bring them to Ohio with me, but really, what was I supposed to do, leave them there? I'm trying to figure out how many books I can bring to Ohio with me, actually. I can put a few in my violin case (the top part is weirdly small, so I have to put my music in my suitcase), and maybe a few can go in my bags. But I don't see how I'm going to bring my giant volume of poetry, and that is a rank travesty. I keep it under my pillow (with seven or so other books), and I read it often. Shall I have to buy a Nook or something? Mom is coming with me, even though I told her she didn't have to, and she's going to help me bring some stuff. The airline only lets us have one carryon and one personal item (each) for free, though, so we're trying to figure out how we can bring my violin and my viola and still bring enough of a wardrobe to clothe me until next semester. I'm good at packing, but I still don't know if I can fit two season's worth of clothes into two little rolling suitcases. Winter clothes are really cumbersome, too. Could I wear them on the plane, do you think? Or might that look suspicious? They would probably frisk me and send me off to do menial labor in Siberia for eight years. This is really hard! I also have to think of Kitty, because we share practically everything. I have to figure out what I wear more and what she wears more, and divide the rest fairly. This is statistics right here, mm gurl. I am one smart cookie, yes I am. It looks like I might end up living in my dresses, though.
Mom and Kitty have been commandeered (by me) to sing in Roger's "choir" next week. The poor, unlucky, boy really needs our help. Oh my goodness me, I have never seen anyone in such dire straits since the time I watched the non-AP juniors have an English class. None of the people can read music, and more than half of them seem to be tone deaf (the rest are regular deaf). They don't care to follow their own parts either, and often one will hear an errant alto warbling out a broken facsimile of the tenor part with careless abandon. They neither understand, nor remember when they do understand, the very basic instructions Roger tries to give them, and they seem unable to grasp the concept of a rest. Unfortunately, they're all old, and he can't scold them for anything, even when they come into rehearsal half an hour (or more) late, which they all do. Since the sopranos are marginally better than the altos, and there are more of them, Roger has set me to singing alto, which is really rather fun. I'm not used to it, so even when there's a page of straight F-sharps, all quarter notes, it's interesting. Mom is naturally an alto, and Kitty is a second soprano, so they're singing with me, but believe me, the section needs all the aid possible. At most junctions, we're carrying the harmony alone. The other sections are also really bad, though, so often Roger asks me to sing soprano or tenor, as needed (unfortunately, my voice can't reach baritone or bass, otherwise I'd probably be doing that too), which is really quite gratifying. I mean, obviously he counts me as capable, and that's such a compliment coming from him. We're doing Pie Jesu, the same arrangement we did in Chambers. Roger can't sing the alto solo like he did for our competitions, because he's conducting (it's meant for a boy soprano, you see), but he's gotten the one other semi-capable person in the group to sing it. She's not bad, but it's a little out of her range. His mom was going to sing the soprano solo, but she was having trouble with the high notes, so she backed out, and he had to get me to do it, since there's no one else who can sing that high. Again, it's all quite flattering. I'm actually having a lot of fun with this, and I'm glad he asked me.
I'm finally done with working at the community college proper! Now I just have two more days of the kids' camp, and I'll never have to darken the doors ever again. Dad might, though. We're trying to get him a teaching position there, since they're badly in need of a biology teacher, and that is his niche in the wall of academia. They also need teachers for college algebra and for macroeconomics, and I think he could do both. Algebra might be better, to tell you the truth, because he has some funny ideas about economics, and I'm not sure we should be indoctrinating the new generations with them. But whatever is the most expedient, I hope he does it, because any bit of revenue would help us at this point. The school is going to hear from the accreditation team in a week, and I really hope the results will be positive. If not, no one will be needing any services, and Dad will have to go back to buying nutrimedicals with Mom's money, which won't help me any. So, really, this is all a bit selfish, but after all, did I not study at the Ayn Rand school of philosophy?
Ooh, I've been reading her stuff in a backwards chronological order, by the way! First came my beloved Atlas Shrugged, then the slightly less-beloved Fountainhead, and then Anthem, which I discovered in Zac's room, and which I plan to take to college with me. Now I'm trying to track down We the Living. After that, I want to read her early works. They have those at Barnes and Noble. Then I can count myself as one deserving of opinions on Objectivism.
Speaking of literature, I've been reading The Brothers Karamazov, and it's so fascinating. Why is that? And why do I feel so attached to the characters? Ivan is the cutest little baby, and I just want to adopt Alyosha and give him hot chocolate and not make him have to testify in court any more. I like Grushenka too (kind of). What's the matter with me? They're so hapless, though. Babies. ♥
Oh dear, it's gotten quite late, and I need to practice still. And I have to get up early tomorrow so I can call my advising office at OSU because the time zones are prohibitively different! I dunno what to say except that I have made a grave mistake which none can rectify. I need to get my act together, actually, because rosy fingered dawn is set to be a good friend to me in college. None of my morning classes start later than 9:30. And I thought I was leaving the pain of sleeplessness behind. Oh me.